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“Perhaps I should drive you,” the professor murmured.
The woman’s face lit up, and Sergei had an unreasonable urge to shake some sense into her.How the hell could she be so damn obvious?Did this woman not have any pride at all?
“That w-would be nice,” the woman said finally.
Sergei’s teeth gnashed.
“I’m glad you think so.” The professor paused. “Unfortunately, I have a rather urgent need to go back to the university.”
Sergei’s gaze snapped back to the professor.What the hell?After making it seem he was about to offer the woman a ride, the older man was backing out just like that?
“The defense group I am advising has run into a bit of a problem,” the professor explained, “and I need to meet with them.”
It was perfectly plausible, and the professor’s tone was perfectly smooth, but Sergei wasn’t buying it at all. What was Julian Alexeyev playing at?
And almost as if the professor heard his question, the other man looked straight at Sergei, asking, “Would you mind taking my friend home?”
The woman squeaked. “Actually—-”
But another voice cut her off. “What’s this all about, darling?” Madeline sauntered to his side, placing a possessive hand on Sergei’s arm. Her glance at Fredericka was cursory and dismissive, but her lips curved in a seductive smile at the professor, the model unable to keep herself from flirting with such a beautiful-looking man.
But both men ignored her.
Fredericka was sputtering in protest, but both Russians chose to ignore this as well.
“It would be my pleasure,” Sergei murmured to the professor.
“I appreciate it.” The professor shook hands with his student before turning to Fredericka. “Freddie, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you Sergei Grachyov.”
At the introduction, the woman had no choice but to face Sergei, and yet she still refused to meet his gaze. “Hello,” the woman mumbled to his tie.
The billionaire thought,I want to fuck her and shout at her for being an idiot.
How was this possible?
“Sergei, this is my friend, Fredericka Spears. She’s also a member of Tropinka.”
“I see.” Sergei was privately surprised. Tropinka, which translated toPathwayin English, was a non-profit exclusive club. Its membership was significantly small, being based on merit rather than one’s financial capacity.
“It’s my pleasure to meet you, Fredericka.” He gazed at her broodingly as he shook her hand, thinking that it was almost too good to be true. So not only was this woman the rare kind to stir his loins in such a powerful way, but now she also happened to be Russianandself-accomplished?
The professor cleared his throat, saying under his breath, “You are staring too hard at my friend, Sergei.”
The billionaire flushed at his words, realizing that it was true and he had been acting like an infatuated adolescent on his first date.
D’err mo.His cheeks flushed. “It’s my pleasure to meet you, Fredericka.” He reached for her hand, causing her gaze to jerk up to his, just in time for her to see him bringing her hand to his lips.
As Fredericka yanked her hand away with a gasp, Madeline let out an outraged screech. “Are you flirting with thisnobodyin front of me?”
Sergei stilled, and when his chilled gaze went to her, Madeline realized too late that she shouldn’t have lost her temper so easily.
The billionaire turned to the professor and Fredericka, murmuring politely, “If you would excuse us for a moment?”
“Of course,” the professor said smoothly.
Sergei cupped Madeline’s elbow and forced her to walk away with him.
She started to stammer. “Sergei, I d-didn’t—-”
